Doctor Abbott

Untitled Part 17

          Lúta sat on the bed watching Genevieve pace the floor, she had never seen her friend so nervous. To calm her own nerves she reached for the teapot the chambermaids had just left. Genie saw what she was doing and growled bringing Lúta to a halt. "It has sour root in it, can you not smell it?"

          Luta snatched her hand back as if the pot were too hot to touch. The root was common amongst Joutone women, it was used to relax them before mating with a newly betrothed. "I-I do smell it. I am sorry I am just so scared."

         Genie snapped back, "You? You are scared? My cub has never been away from me for more than an hour and now I may never see her again." Genie lost all breath and broke into a sob as she nearly collapsed tot he floor. Luta sprung up and steered her to the bed. No words were needed. Jocelyn was everything to Genie, and the thought of seeing them torn apart was unbearable. Luta's arms circled around her friend's neck and she pulled Genie into a loving embrace just letting her sob into her bosom, until she could right herself.

         The comfort would not last long. They were interrupted by two guards coming in. The General was one of them. A tall brooding warrior with several battle scars and arrogant demeanor. His stale, black fur was thick and raggedy, with some grey around his mouth and eyes to give off is age. He addressed the petite fawn in front of him. "One of you bred a cub, which is it?" He expected her to answer verbally but all he got was a his as she backed up, shielding Genie with her own body.

          Genevieve stood, unafraid of him, "My cub was human, I stole her! If you are looking for breeders you have the wrong women!"

           Diek belted Lúta for her defiance and snatched up Genie's arm, dodging a swipe from her other hand and narrowly escaping her claws he pinned both of her arms from behind while the second guard plucked Lúta off the floor as she kicked and screamed. As soon as he secured her arms Diek shouted an order in Joutone and a chambermaid waltzed in. An elder woman with a mean disposition. She paused, assessing both the women and reached for Lúta's blouse, tearing it open. "If they have born a cub they will milk."

          Lúta, struggled, and fought uselessly in the warrior's arm as the maid gave her breast a quick squeeze. Not even a hint of moisture. Diek, did not wait for the maid to open Genie's blouse, he was all to willing to do it himself. Upon checking her breast the elder woman's face softened into a devious smile. "Looks like we have a new queen."

           Genie snapped back, "My first order will be for your death." Genie was strong, and nearly slipped the grip of the guard.

           "I think not. That is my mother, and the king will give you no power, you are just to give him an heir. After that I do with you as I please. He is my mate." Diek shoved her forward stopping only to admire the puny little Joutone that he had just belted. Taking her swollen chin in his hand and letting off a purr. "Perhaps if you behave I will keep you as servant to my new wife."

        She remained ever so calm and the moment he let her go she clenched her teeth into his hand. He ripped it out of her mouth and slammed her out into the hallway. His elbow planted painfully into the back of her neck while he twisted her arm up until he could shackle her from behind. He growled softly in her ear, "Oh, I like it when you fight me. I cannot wait to get you home." A moment later Genie was pinned up against the same wall being shackled.

         The two of them shoved out of the chamber wing towards the halls. Two other guards waited for them, Diek ordered, "They are to be brought to the Lysthus. Vidar is waiting for them already." Both guards sneered in acknowledgment of the orders and marched the bound women out of the palace. Two guards held the door open as they came out and entered to begin their shifts, one of them caught Genie's attention, immediately...and she his.